life story spinsmy vanishing headWhy this carousel now?when I can't change a thingReflections withoutaction recourse Six Sentence Stories
Death
When life interferes…
when life interferes with well-laid plansmessages sent, are not receivedwhen you plan carefully minute detailsthe stairs are seventeen, not thirteen messages sent, are not receivedwindows open in the sky to speakstairs are seventeen, you saw thirteenyou recount steps, miss calls from Heaven windows open in the sky to speakyou're busy counting odds and evensyou recount … Continue reading When life interferes…
Feeling whole
death staressteps backas good-natured lifewelcomes me backfrom the edge death promisesI’ll be there for youwhen tolerance endsrenewed perspectivesawait beyond pieces of lifefalling in cracks of soulwhere were the gapswhich stopped mefrom feeling whole Moonwashed Weekly Prompt
Of mirrors and kaleidoscopes
Art: Portrait of Eivind Eckbo” painted in 1914: multiple identitiesmultiple mirrorsI often forgethow to greet myself solitudea scary vacuumclueless about my valuea trophy on the shelf Art: “Portrait of Mary Alice Eckbo” painted in 1914 kaleidoscope of dreamsforces my stepI charge aheadwith multiple handsto grab destiny Poetics at dVerse
Courageous
padlockson crossoverssealing destinationscourage breaking barriers tojust walk Photo Challenge
Destiny
Demands placed on depth of my beingExcellence redefined to challengeStern misgivings of the universeTurning wheels not always in controlI breathe nevertheless; discoverNew reasons to live; firm steps coverYawning distance between joy and fate Tanka Tuesday Weekly Poetry Challenge
Confidence
A conversation with my younger self was long overdue. Yes, I remember the teacher who said I can write, but never be a good speaker. She is dead now, and I pay homage every year on the social media post put up by her daughters. I remember that my favourite teacher once stained my picture-perfect … Continue reading Confidence
Treasure
It's a treasure I found, and let me hide it somewhere. I’ll open it at leisure and extract toys to play with. Guess it should keep up the novelty for a week. And meanwhile, I need to keep the humans humoured. They have a bad habit to come looking for things. And how Mama shrieks… … Continue reading Treasure
Pain
Pain …. by Michelle Navajas
Pain
pain is the initial cut of the scalpel
upon an open surgery,
dissecting through the deepest part of my body
’till the anesthesia,
takes in full control bringing me to a complete sleep –
pain, is gone;
i knew pain that way –
but, absolute pain doesn’t feel like that at all,
not even close,
it feels like a million initial cuts of millions of scalpels upon an open surgery,
with the anesthesia completely numbing your mind, but not your body;
and you slowly agonize as each layer of your skin is being lacerated –
your mind wonders; your soul afloats,
your body wishes for a slow motion movement,
hoping that at some point,
you’d be completely free from the pain-
but, lo and behold, no!
as the clock ticks faster, the pain gets more excruciating,
with every cut a multi layered wound is opened,
feeling the pain against…
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Explosion
silentsmall implosionsincrease toxicityand the only way is to justlet go An explosion that looks spontaneous needs to be carefully crafted. Etch deep lines in the glass – the kind of humiliation that people don’t forget. Frame rules which imprison the genie in the bottle. The underdogs strive hard to contain the pressure, express their anger … Continue reading Explosion
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